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Battle fatigue,

shell shock,

often seen in people who've been at war too long.

The rebel attacks started in Quetta and have spread to nearby Mastung.

There have been civilian casualties?

Right. Last night, seven people were killed.

Two entire families when their homes were hit by incoming mortar.

But even off the battlefield,

everyone's got a fight of some sort,

where tensions are high and lines have been drawn.

And...

How are people responding?

Are they hunkering down, or are they...?

Sometimes it's the battle within oneself.

Are they evacuating the city to save their lives or...?

Question:

When faced with the prospect of battle...

- What's he doing? - Commercial?

When do you fight...

I'm sorry. I'm...

and when do you surrender?

Give in, Dani.

I can't.

But you want to.

I so want to.

Wave the white flag.

No, Matt. I just started working with the team.

- It's so inappropriate. - No one has to know.

Surrender, Dani.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Mom?

Mom?

Ma.

You okay? Sounds like you were having a nightmare.

What is it?

There's a delivery dude at the front door. From Dad's lawyer.

Yeah, okay.

Battle continues.

Now Ray is contesting the visitation schedule.

Oh, my first divorce was like Vietnam.

My second, kind of like a sit-in.

Margo, the doughnuts.

Gluten-free, 190 calories.

If you're back on the market, you need to educate yourself.

How much fun is this?

We were married together. Now we're divorced together.

And speaking of dreaming of a certain hot, naked Hawks trainer

who you're not allowed to lust after...

Really, Jeanette? You told her?

She guessed.

Hey, there's no shame in that game, Dani.

Come on, research shows that 47 percent of divorced women

are more horny than married women.

And I think we have the cure for you.

Oh, I don't like where this is going.

- Oh, relax. - Don't.

- Come on, come on, come on. - It's an invitation.

To a dinner party.

A singles-only dinner party.

Hand-picked hotties for our hands to pick.

No.

Lindsay's phone.

"Ditch class.

In the parking lot.

Miss your hotness. Trent."

Who's Trent?

Apparently, he is a class-ditching delinquent

who is missing my daughter's hotness.

This is awful.

I know.

Everyone's getting some except for you.

I'm gonna kill her.

I'm gonna kill him.

TK left practice in one piece yesterday.

This morning he's limping down the field like the hunchback.

What's his story?

Depends when you ask him.

Fell in the shower, tripped over a dog, bumped into a taxi.

Then I need to see you create some separation.

- Separation's my middle name. - Curly.

Terrence "Separation" King is my government name.

Game speed. Make a hard break.

Set. Go.

How's the knee, Terrence?

Knee's primo, Matty D.

- Go ice. - It'll be cool after I stretch it out.

I need Terrence King on the field this Sunday,

so unless the next six words are "Terrence King's knees will be fine,"

I don't wanna hear it.

How was your daughter's confirmation party?

He messed something up. I'll take him to get an MRI.

If he can walk, he can run. If he can run, he can play.

Make him walk by Sunday.

- Line it up. Let's go. - Let's go.

Hi.

Griffin Page.

Dr. Dani Santino. Come on in.

I'm a fan.

Your coverage of the Gulf War was riveting.

Well, you have a lot of fans as well.

What is it? Ten years' therapy in 10 days?

Yeah, well, I wouldn't go that far.

But I do specialize in cognitive behavioral therapy,

which can produce results quicker than traditional therapies.

CBT focuses on the why, but goes a step further

and helps to bring about actual behavioral changes.

Well, that's good, because that's what I need. I...

I...

I just...

I'm just cracking up here.

I was talking live to a reporter out in the field,

something I do in every broadcast.

I could hear my producer in my earpiece

giving me 30 seconds to wrap up the segment.

Rebel attacks, which started in Quetta, near the Pakistan border,

have now spread to nearby Mastung.

And I'm asking my last question, and...

How are people responding?

Are they hunkering down, or are they...?

All I could think about was the camera,

and the hum of the equipment, and the lights on my forehead.

Are they hunkering down, or are they evacuating...?

Then...

A million people saw it live, 6 million more on the Web.

So you laughed.

No, what I did was ruin 20 years' reputation in a second.

You know, after a decade as a war correspondent,

they promote me to anchor.

They gave me my own show, a primetime centerpiece for the network.

War Room with Griffin Page.

The first few months, it was smooth sailing, and then this.

Well, it sounds like a lot of pressure.

Shrapnel from a bullet in Tikrit.

Knifed while reporting in Bahrain.

Never flinched before.

This isn't really about the laughter. I mean, there's something else there.

Something emotional.

Performance anxiety. Yeah.

You brought me your own diagnosis.

I'm in the information business.

I've done my research.

Look, I don't wanna go over my whole life.

Married, beautiful wife, healthy baby.

No, not cheating. Yes, happy childhood.

I have one and only one problem.

Every time that I think about not laughing, I replay-...

I replay that moment over and over, and I just...

The network are preempting me for three weeks,

to give me time to "rest."

If I'm not back on the air by then,

next time the world will see Griffin Page

will be describing high-pressure zones on The Weather Channel.

Get me off this damn couch and back on the air,

without cracking up.

Did you lose something?

My biology book.

Who's Trent?

A homework helper.

Out with it, Santino.

Trent Rogers. He asked me out for Friday night.

He's awesome.

Not much of a speller, though, is he? "Missing ur hotness"?

Wait, he said that?

Can I please go?

Can you go out alone in a car

on a date with a boy who thinks you are hot

and wants you to ditch class?

No.

I know that at 15, you think that you know everything,

but it's my job to protect you.

Mom, please.

Super major double extreme please. I'll do anything.

Anything.

All right. How about this?

- I meet him. - Mom.

What? I meet him, I look him in the eye, I like him, you go.

On some level, I know you respect me for doing this.

I hate her. She's ruining my life.

I bet you that was her major in college, life ruining.

Trent Rogers, the second-cutest guy in school,

asks me on a date, and she's gonna make me say no.

This is funny to you?

TK has a new Twitter account.

And he had Froot Loops, Skittles, and bacon rinds for breakfast.

Okay, we were talking about me.

Lindsay, you're playing this all wrong.

You're locked in mortal combat.

To broker the peace, you have to make concessions.

Speak English, Ray Jay.

Let her meet Trent.

Are you crazy?

I've been sneaking Mom's books from her office.

Basic emotional negotiating strategy.

Giving concessions to children makes them feel heard.

And when a child feels heard, they're less likely to act out.

Mom just wants to feel heard.

So I use Mom's own tactics against her.

I'm liking this.

We have a ticking time bomb here.

He's got a partially torn ACL.

TK plants his foot the wrong way, takes a shot to the knee,

we'd lose more than the Cleveland game.

If we don't make the playoffs, we lose our jobs.

Would it help if I told you Pittman called to say he wanted TK playing?

Of course the owner wants him to play.

And you want him to play. And the press, and the fans, and TK.

Hell, I want him to play.

But I'm not risking a player's career for one game.

Sorry, coach.

He's out this week.

I got 52 guys, a bunch with nagging injuries.

But most of my day is spent with TK.

To say that he won't be happy about not playing,

understatement of all understatements.

Wanted to warn you. You and I will have to take all...

You okay?

Yeah, is it just me, or is it, like, really hot in here?

Oh, it's you all right.

Did you hear what I just said?

Yes, I did.

TK not playing.

TK not happy.

Yep, I will see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Yo, Jeanette.

Yeah, okay, fine. I will go to your dumb-dumb dating party.

This is a bunch of bull, saying I can't suit up.

TK, it is 9:00 at night.

I'm in crisis.

Well, you and I have different definitions of the word "crisis,"

but a heads-up phone call is still required.

All right.

Hey, Dr. D. TK here.

Guess what.

I'm in crisis.

Awesome.

It's a real injury, TK.

This ain't no real injury. They just don't wanna pay my ass.

- That's what it is. - Fill me in.

I got performance clauses.

One, two, three, four, five, 600,000.

So if I miss this game, I don't hit my numbers.

No numbers, no numbers.

Whether or not your assessment of their motives is accurate,

I can see that you are angry,

but this is a really good opportunity for you.

A good opportunity for me to punch somebody in the face.

No, it's a good opportunity for you

to learn how to express your anger productively, okay?

Your homework, find another way to communicate your feelings

other than punching someone in the face.

Okay.

What do you suggest, finger-painting?

No. I want you to write them down.

It would be really cathartic for you.

You want me to write down my feelings.

Yes, I do.

White people.

This is all I've ever wanted.

At 9, I broke the story of Principal Welker's retirement.

I got the exclusive interview.

Naturally.

Okay, so we are here. Now what?

The idea is to get back in the environment that triggered the behavior,

get to what you were thinking when you had your incident.

I wasn't thinking anything.

Okay.

Le-- Just take a seat.

Griffin?

Everyone thinks this is so simple.

That being an anchor is just about sitting in that comfy chair,

looking pretty, and reading the words.

I've been shot at in every corner of the world,

and this is the toughest job that I've ever had.

Unless you've done this, you don't...

You don't get it.

Fine.

Help me get it.

Hey, Larry.

- Yeah? - Get everyone to clear the studio, please.

Wanna know what being in the chair is like?

Let's do it.

Where do I look?

Okay, Cameras 1, 2, and 3.

- Put that in your ear. - Okay.

What is next?

Your text is gonna come through here.

And you just read the words as they scroll by, okay?

A producer's gonna count you down.

So in five, four, three, two...

Now to Yemen, where fighting has broken out between rival factions.

State media on Wednesday described the attack

by Major Ali Mohsen Alenston-din...

As provocative--

Someone's gonna speak in your ear, tell you where to go next.

It was the clash between government forces and rebel commanders...

No, don't stop. If you stop, you're dead.

Clash between government forces and rebel--

Now you got breaking news live. Go to Camera 2.

Wait, what?

You need to introduce your reporter, Sam Jones.

- You're looking in the wrong camera. - Sorry. What camera?

Now you're hanging Sam out to dry.

He looks ridiculous on live television,

because he's waiting for somebody to say,

"This is Sam Jones.

He's coming to you from Riyadh."

But there's no slowing down, and there's no safety net.

And in that moment you realize

you're just not cut out for the responsibility...

of the chair.

Now we know what you were thinking.

So we can do some hypnotherapy,

try some habit reversal,

techniques to use when you feel laughter coming.

Like what?

Like you breathe.

You clench your fist, you clear your throat.

Small but socially acceptable gestures to let some pressure out.

But we still have to deal with the underlying feelings.

Meredith.

Oh, shoot. Lunch. I'm--

You forgot.

Meredith, this is Dr. Santino.

Call me Dani.

- Hello. - The therapist I was--

Yes, of course.

Let me get my coat.

I'm so glad he's seeing you.

I've wanted him to see somebody for months.

When he started drinking.

He told you about that, right?

And the insomnia?

And the rage?

Okay, I'm ready.

- Oh, nice to meet you. - Yeah.

Ask him about the rage.

Thank you, Dr. Santino.

There's been a surprising twist in the world of New York football.

Andrea Evans, live with the story.

Terrence King lashed out on Twitter

over the Hawks' decision not to use him this week.

I quote, "My therapist says I need to communicate.

Communicate this:

Hawks, trade my ass."

Oh, and the S's, all dollar signs.

TK, will you really force the Hawks to trade?

- What team do you wanna join? - Any team that wants to win.

To my trainer, Matty D, who says I can't play,

no hands.

Yeah, boy.

Where do you wanna go, TK?

To my trainer, Matty D, who says I can't play,

no hands.

Yeah, boy.

Can't we bar him from tweaking, or whatever the hell it's called?

Pesky First Amendment.

Matt?

Coach, the guy can't do a hitch and go with his abs.

According to you, he can't do a hitch and go at all.

You know what? You don't like my decisions, trade me.

TK launched the first grenade.

It's time we strike back.

Got my vote.

Well, what does that mean?

The doctor's focus is mental. Your focus is physical.

Mine is contractual.

Coach, I have the owner, Marshall Pittman, on the line for you.

Of course you do.

Marshall.

Yes, never a dull moment with Terrence King.

TK.

Matty D. What's up, man?

Looking tense. Grab a table. We'll both get a rub.

Hey, Bob, give us a minute?

Thanks, buddy.

Any idea the reaming I just took?

Seriously, calling me out on national television.

You should be thanking me. I just made you famous.

All you gotta do is say the word, tell them I'm fit to play.

But you're not. I'm the only one that's willing to say so.

Wanna risk your entire career?

Maybe you should be thanking me.

- So now you know what's best for me? - Yes, I do.

Only TK knows what's best for TK.

Okay, Trent, what does this look like to you?

I don't know.

A lamp shade?

A lamp shade?

That the right answer?

What makes you think there's a right answer?

I don't know.

Unless there is.

Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?

Why should I let you take out my daughter, Lindsay?

Well, I have a 3.4 GPA.

I spend summers filing briefs for my dad's law office.

And I just think your daughter's really cool.

Sophomore, yeah?

You don't drive, you don't drink,

you don't smoke?

If he was a serial killer, wouldn't you know it by now?

I can't think when you're talking.

Gotta pick your battles, sweetheart.

But there's something about that kid that is not right.

I am telling you.

God, whoever invented Spanx hates the women.

- You look hot. - No, I don't.

I look like a refugee backup dancer from a Madonna video.

Can you breathe? If you can, they're not tight enough.

- Define breathing, exactly. - Here.

Thank you.

I just...

I don't know if Lindsay's ready, you know.

For boys.

Or maybe it's just weird because she's starting to date, and I am too.

You have to let her go on the damn date.

The more you try to control her, the worse it's gonna get.

Remember what happened when your mom said you couldn't go out with Ray?

I got married and pregnant.

- Hey. - Great news, doc.

They are putting me back on the air.

- Really? - Yeah.

I-- I've been working on those breathing techniques,

and I feel better,

so I went to them, and we had a long heart-to-heart,

and we are going to issue a public apology for what happened,

and they are gonna reinstate me, effective tomorrow.

Have you been drinking?

- What do you mean? - I've just never seen you chew gum.

You sat down in my chair.

And...

your eyes are red.

You know, just one to celebrate.

Can't have a session when you're drunk. Let's go.

Is this because of what Meredith said?

She told me she talked to you.

The insomnia is because of jet lag when I travel.

I'm sorry I've been a little irritable,

but I've had stress in my life, launching my own show.

It's all fine now.

The network is putting me back on the air, and life is great.

The fact that you showed up at my office drunk

suggests that we've got a lot more to talk about

than just getting you back on the air.

But we gotta reschedule for a time when you are actually sober.

I thought you would be happy I'm being put back on the air.

Sorry, I'm not gonna lie to you. I think it's a mistake.

You have a lot of things to deal with

that you have not told me about.

You know what? I'm done talking.

What are you drinking?

Caroline Miller, yes?

Might be. Who are you?

You posted this picture on Facebook two days ago.

You and Terrence King the night he hurt his knee. Right?

Am I in some sort of trouble?

I just want some information.

TK, what'd you do now?

Dr. Santino, I'm sorry.

I should have called first.

But is Griffin here?

Here? No.

Did something happen?

Yeah.

I think Griffin's losing it.

He went back on air tonight, and he did great.

No laughing.

No mistakes at all.

Then when he got home, he was angry.

We started to argue, and he flared up.

He threw a wine bottle, shattered against the wall.

Then he just left.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Well, I'm Griffin's therapist,

so I can't divulge anything that's said to me.

But if you feel like your safety is being compromised--

No, it's nothing like that. Griff's never laid a hand on me.

I just...

I feel like it's my fault.

Am I allowed to talk to you?

Of course you are.

When Griff and I met, I was his assignment editor.

If there was a war zone, we went there together.

It was crazy and adrenaline-fueled.

Romantic.

I bet.

We got married, and when I got pregnant, the network offered him his own show.

It seemed ideal.

Get him out of the line of fire.

But since he took the job, he's been a different person.

Big life changes, they affect everyone differently.

We're trying to sleep-train Joshua.

It's been over a year and he doesn't sleep through the night.

Oh, my God. I remember those days.

Look, when Griffin comes back,

please, please, tell him to come to his appointment tomorrow, okay?

I better get him home.

They say it gets easier.

It gets different.

So just one more time.

Tell us how TK hurt his knee.

It started with skinny dipping.

- Right, in a stranger's pool. - Well, yeah.

We were sweaty from the club.

It would've taken forever to get back to TK's.

But then this guy with a shotgun came running out of the house.

A shotgun?

Rude, right?

So we jumped in TK's Benz

and hightailed it to his place so he could show us his new Harley.

TK has a Harley?

Had a Harley.

Until he started popping wheelies in the driveway, crashed it into a wall.

And that's how TK hurt his knee.

Nothing to do with what happened in the shower.

Well, I wouldn't say nothing happened in the shower.

Can we be done now?

How far did you have to dig down to find those gems?

It's what I do.

Oh, it's what you do?

Where'd you learn to do what you do?

The CIA?

Secret Service? KAOS?

From Get Smart?

Besides the fact that it is demeaning to the women of Earth,

I just don't understand why any of it matters.

The motorcycle.

- What about it? - Forbidden by TK's contract.

Voids his deal, allows us to go after his signing bonus.

A hell of a lot more than his performance money.

- You're gonna threaten TK? - We cite breach of contract.

Use it to get him to back down on the trade, all goes back to normal.

"Normal" meaning pissed-off TK.

Is there another kind?

Look, guys, here's the thing.

You can threaten him and maybe win the battle,

but you ultimately are going to lose the war.

- Really? - Yes. You think that he is rebellious now?

If you wanna make progress with TK,

give TK what he wants.

Excuse me.

Hello? Griffin. Yeah.

Wait. Where are you going?

Somalia?

I got an exclusive with one of the warlords responsible

for 30 percent of all pirating off the southern tip of Africa.

I know what Meredith told you. She's right.

My problems started when I took this job.

I don't belong behind a desk, even if it's the top-anchor job.

I'm not meant to work in captivity.

I was suffocating.

I'm having a hard time tracking your thinking.

Leaving your wife and child to go to a war zone is rather impulsive.

I wish that you would stay in therapy and we could talk about it more.

It's the Travel Department from the network.

Yeah, Griffin.

No, no, I can talk.

Just let me finish something first.

- I have to take this call. - Hey.

I'm not saying that you should or shouldn't go on your trip.

Okay? But why not wait? See how you feel in a week or two?

I just came to tell you. I wanted you to know you were right.

I needed to get to the bottom of what caused me to crack up, and I did.

I didn't belong in that chair.

Obviously I can't stop you from going,

but I want you to ask yourself,

are you running towards something

or are you running away from something?

I appreciate your help, Dr. Santino,

but this is my decision, all right?

Sorry about that. When was that flight again?

She has assembled the finest single-male specimens on the North Shore.

Oh, Jim Eams.

- Entrepreneur, loaded. - Thanks.

Ask him about the new protein.

Yeah, I'll do that.

Did your dress come with that scowl, or was that extra?

I have had a day.

Now we're gonna have a night.

Yes, we are.

- Hi. - Hey.

I am so glad you're here.

Dani, look at you. You're hot like the sun.

Honestly, Ray. What an ass, right?

- Right. - Right.

The plan:

We are gonna eat, we're gonna drink, we're gonna mingle.

But most of all, we are gonna make love, not war.

All right?

Okay.

Go, go.

She lost weight.

Right?

Her lawyers are out for blood.

Attack, attack, till I have no more money left.

I hear you're in a bitter custody dispute.

How much alimony did you go for?

Since we got separated, she won't even let me see Bobby.

I call, stop by the house.

Wow, that must be really hard, not being able to see your son.

No kids. Bobby's the dog.

The beagle.

That's a really good-looking dog.

Dani Santino?

I'm sorry. I'm David Carlson, Ellen's father.

- She takes biology with Lindsay. - Of course.

How are you doing?

Just trying to make it through the evening without hanging myself.

Right. Have a seat.

Gladly.

It's funny. Your name keeps coming up at our house.

How so?

Apparently you're more progressive than I am about dating senior boys.

"Lindsay's mom lets her go out with a senior boy.

Lindsay's mom lets her go out with a guy with a lip ring."

No. Lip ring?

You must be talking about Trent Rogers.

He's a nervous guy, blond hair.

No.

Trent Rogers, punk guy, purple hair.

You'll have to excuse me.

I need to go kill someone.

Don't get up.

Whoa, Dani.

I know it's tough getting back out there, but you don't have to run away.

I'm not running away from anything. I'm running towards something.

And when I find that something, it'll wish it was never born.

Yo, TK, what's up, man?

- How you doing? - Chilling. Hawks playing you or what?

They better be. Otherwise, this Hawk's gonna migrate.

Thanks a lot, TK. I hope it works out for you.

- What? - It's on Twitter.

Hawks are shipping you to Minnesota.

Minnesota?

I can't believe you stormed in here in front of all my friends.

And I can't believe that you lied to my face.

I'm out on a group date. I was gonna go to dinner after this.

I was gonna be home by 11.

Ten-thirty, okay?

Let's not forget the fact that you introduced me to a fake Trent.

I knew you'd take one look at Trent and say no.

I can't help it, okay?

I'm a parent. I am supposed to protect you.

From what? Maybe you're afraid to date, but I'm not.

She lied.

Dr. Santino?

Lindsay left this.

Thank you.

Just so you know, all that stuff that she had the fake Trent say

about the 3.4 GPA,

summers filing papers in my dad's law office,

that's all true about me.

No love for either of my Santino ladies, huh?

Yeah, I'm sorry about tonight.

It's all right. I get it.

You're not ready to be out there.

Your heart's not in it. It's somewhere else.

What about Margo?

The dermatologist.

Oh, good on her.

And what happened to Jim Eams?

You wanna know what the new protein is?

Earthworms.

The guy's a worm farmer.

No.

Night was destined to end with battery-operated machinery.

Starting over...

Hard.

I thought tonight would be fun, but it just made me think about Leo.

I miss him.

There is something about first exes that you just never quite get over.

You know what else is hard to get over?

Trying to protect your baby.

She's not your baby anymore.

Oh, of course. How did I miss that?

Oh, it's so primal.

Maybe it's the wine, but I have no idea what you're talking about.

Hey, just give me 10 minutes.

- The cab will be here in five. - Okay.

Griffin, your son is barely a year old, right?

- So? - All right, listen.

This is some of the things you said in therapy:

"It's the toughest job. If you haven't done it, you don't get it.

There's no safety net.

It's that moment that you realize you're not ready for the responsibility."

- Your words. - Okay.

Okay, so the responsibility is so suffocating,

and the feeling like it is too much.

That is not about being an anchor at work.

That's about being an anchor at home.

Being a father.

I think that you're suffering from paternal postpartum depression.

The irritability, lack of sleep, extreme nerves, anger,

feeling like you've got a weight on your shoulders.

Those are all classic symptoms.

Caused by Joshua.

Women get postpartum, and they cry.

Men, they act out.

They lash out, right?

And a lot of times, they run away.

It is why the piece of you, the piece that was laughing,

was trying to sabotage your anchor job.

So you could go back out on the road, run away,

without feeling guilty.

And believe me...

I know that feeling.

Sometimes I just don't wanna come home.

You know...

war doesn't scare me, and...

you know, famine and death don't undo me, but...

the thing that sent me over the edge was my baby.

I'm torn between wanting to protect him and...

just wanting to escape.

How long until that feeling goes away?

Never.

But what does go away is the depression.

Hey, we can talk.

We can try medication, if you like.

But I think that understanding what is really going on

once you stop trying to suppress your feelings...

The laughter stops.

I think it will.

Griffin,

stay here.

Stay in therapy.

Minnesota?

It might as well be Alaska.

I'm not trying to see Russia from my house.

Well, you got what you wanted.

A trade, right?

You won.

Unless that's not what you want.

I mean, what I want is I wanna be able to make some decisions about my own life.

My agent thinks that-- I mean, if I say so,

my agent thinks that he can put me back on the team, you know.

I just gotta retreat from my tweet.

Well, then it sounds like you have a decision to make.

What you doing?

Tweeting.

Just saying, "No way TK goes to cold-ass Minny.

Staying put with the Hawks.

Much love, NYC."

Linz?

I can't hear you.

Give me that back.

You wanna come out and talk to me, then you can have it back.

Are you trying to ruin my life?

Trent.

I invited him.

You're not gonna lock him in the basement, are you?

No. Although, I'd very much like to give him a haircut.

I'm just kidding. Go ahead, have fun.

Although not too much fun. You know, lights on.

Hands up where I can see them.

Let's go, DBs. DBs, over here.

Yo, Matty D.

We cool?

I don't know. Are we?

You had my back.

And my knee.

Appreciate that.

All quiet on the western front.

Who knew threatening to ship him off to Minnesota

would be exactly what the doctor ordered?

The doctor who ordered it.

What's that?

That was your call?

Nice.

Yeah, when Ray Jay was 9, he tried running away,

and stopping him was not gonna work,

so I let him go.

He ran around the block, hid in the garage.

He didn't wanna go anywhere. He just wanted to know that he could.

Live to fight another day.

It's something we used to say.

Navy SEALs.

You were in the SEALs.

All right. See you soon.

Yeah, you will.

That's it for The War Room. Until tomorrow night, stay safe.

Oh, hello, Matt.